desolate horizons
Hello Reader,
We have arrived to the most beloved day of the week....
Friday....
The day of Love! named after Freyja
a reincarnation of our beloved lady of the morning sun
Inanna....
Today we celebrate Love by showing our devotion
by offering our humble gifts to Inanna..
An environmentally conscious nude and a poem..
moonless day on Monday in dead frigid winter breaking your heart's grace
warm yearns for summer remembering how impossible cold ice
never knocked on your door nor sent a letter from the mind's peace
heavens above, I was sold by the river to eternal wait without hope lost the roll of dice
small tears make appearance on the desert of your eyes dropping face to face
flash flooding your bone dry crumbled cheeks making way to sincere low but strong voice
dead river beds created just to bloom with wild flower for a short amount of time adorning desert's trace
leading to dried shrubs where small creatures make home creating life's of embrace
caravan's pass through your desolate horizons following your cairns of love as an eternal source
King H. Ironson
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